63. Noah #2
It takes less than a second for her to break the distance and kiss me.
My freezing skin, and her warm lips combine in such a way that it sends jolts up my spine.
My entire body trembles, a shiver that starts deep within my bones pouring out of me.
With one small bite to her bottom lip she obliges and opens up.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting hers, and I consume the taste of the mint she chewed on after dinner.
I let her fill my soul with each lap of kisses.
I thought I was hungry at dinner, but this is different.
I take a handful of her hair keeping her steady as I dive in.
Our tongues dance together as I fill my soul with her.
I can barely breathe – all I want is her.
All of her surrounding me, and every second of living on this planet spent with her.
She starts to smile against my mouth, her own shivers mingling with mine.
I’m sucking in harsh bursts of air, before divulging myself within our kiss.
Our breaths are the only thing keeping us warm.
Before I know it, I’m drenched. Every part of my body is soaking wet, and my teeth start to chatter between our lips.
I notice she's quivering all over as well.
“See I told you, I don’t want you to get sick.” She breaks away, her fingertips finding mine and she laces them together. “We should go inside before we both turn blue.”
I let her lead as we raced down the sidewalk, splashing through every puddle in the alley.
Our laughter is stolen by the harsh gusts of wind and rain.
We race up the steps to the apartment, and I fumble with the keys in my pockets.
I finally manage to jimmy open the door and we step into the quiet, warm apartment.
I close the door, making sure to lock it behind us.
We’re dripping all over the floorboards.
A puddle forms around Charlie’s feet as she slips out of her flats.
My button-up shirt was an ice cube, and is ten times heavier than it was before.
It’s stuck to my chest and back. I pace down the hallway with my soggy jeans that squish with each step.
When I get into the bedroom I start working on the buttons of my shirt.
Charlie trails behind me and stands at the doorway, her glimmering grey eyes watching my every move. I pause, my fingers hovering over the third button. I swallow the lump in my throat, as her footsteps creak along the floorboard.
“Can I?” she asks and closes the distance between us. Her damp hands come up to mine hovering over the button. I can’t formulate any words. She gently pushes my hands to the side and takes over, her fingers nimble and she undoes each button with ease.
“I want you...” There, I said it.
When she reaches the final button, her warm fingers peel the soaked fabric from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor with a heavy slap.
The next thing I realize, she’s pulling her arms out of the long sleeves of her dress and shimmying out of it.
The dress tumbles to her ankles, and she steps out of the small wet circle.
Dear lord, I forgot she had a way of teasing the shit out of me.
She isn’t wearing a damn bra. Her breasts leave my dick straining against my zipper.
With my jeans being wet, this is beyond torture.
Her nipples are hard as hell. Damnit, I’m licking my bottom lip – ready to take a mouthful. “I uhh... oh fuck me...”
“I mean if that’s what you wanna call it,” she giggles.
“No you're just...” She's still wet, and the water gleaming on her smooth skin is tracing paths over her collarbone and down the soft slopes of her breasts. My jeans are painfully tight, the denim is about to rip if I get any harder. After months of waiting patiently for her to be ready again, I’m about to explode as it is. “I never thought I’d be the one you wanted. Are you sure you want this?” It slips off my tongue, and I know I’m coming off as a sappy son of a bitch.
She responds with a coy smirk as she tugs at the button, undoing it like nothing.
The zipper slid down. I kick off my shoes, shove my jeans and boxers down in one frantic motion.
Oh shit, I can already picture what that looked like in her eyes, and I probably came off way too excited and not smooth at all.
I’m naked, my dick pulsating in front of her saying hello.
But the look in her eyes has absolutely no judgement.
I step out of my jeans and push them aside.
I cup her cheeks with both hands, bringing her lips to mine again.
She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back. She wraps her arms around my neck, leaps into the air, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Jesus Christ!” I manage to say between her lips. I nearly drop her, but manage to cup her ass and level myself.
She’s not heavy though and I carry her to the bed easily, never breaking contact from our kiss.
That’s until my shins meet the mattress, and we tumble onto the sheets.
She squeals and we break into laughter. The mattress squeaks as my body almost crushes her into tiny pieces.
I prop myself up with two hands on either side of her.
She trails her nails and draws lazy circles on all the shapes of my tattoos running along my biceps. I swear God gave me the best gift a guy could ever ask for. There’s never going to be another girl that bores into my soul with fire burning in them just for me.
My hands that I’ve kept at bay rediscover her.
I trace the line of her throat, the delicate ridges of her collarbones, and finally, finally, I cup the gorgeous weight of her breast. It fills my hand perfectly, soft and heavy.
I brush my thumb over her nipple and she arches into my touch, a sharp gasp catching in her throat.
I kiss her, breathing hard as if I might never be able to absorb another molecule of oxygen again.
“I think this is the part I’m supposed to talk dirty to you,” she says.
“What would you even say?”
She gasps and I lower my head and take a bite of tight perky nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, learning its texture, its taste. With a plop I let her nipple go.
“I don’t know.” She lets out a sharp breath, her hands tangling in my wet hair.
“I know what I would say.” I lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until she was writhing beneath me, her hips making small, desperate circles. “You have the most perfect tits.”
“Do you tell all your groupies this?” My hand slides down the flat plane of her stomach, over the lace band of her panties, and down between her legs.
“No, just you.” She was already so wet, heat radiating through the fabric. I hook a finger into the side and she lifts her hips, allowing me to slide her panties down her legs. “My heart is pounding so hard.”
“I wanna feel,” she says and presses her palm above my heart and the thumping fills my ears.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes glossing over as if she's about to tear up and cry. “Feel mine.” She grasps my hand placing it above her breasts, it’s pulsating. I’m going to make love to this woman and sob at the same time.
“Is this even fucking normal?” I ask.
She brushes her fingers across my cheeks. “I dunno, but I don’t wanna feel it with anyone else.”
I peck her on the lips before grabbing the spare pillow. “Lift your hips.”
She obeys and I position myself between her thighs, my dick nudging against her entrance.
It was like it was her natural instinct to wrap her legs around my waist. Her eyes are locked on mine, dark pools of pure desire.
I lean down, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb, watching her as I inch myself in.
She gasps, her mouth parting open as I slide my entire length into her wet pussy.
I can’t help but groan against her lips. I pump in and out with shallow strokes, making sure I sink all the way in and bury myself. Her heels dig into the small of my back locking me in place as I set the pace. Fuck she’s so tight. So wet.
Our breaths come in harsh bursts, our eyes locked on one another.
Her eyes are so hazy as she reaches for the follicles of my hair, tugging them as I fill her with each thrust. Just lazy, gentle strokes.
My hand snakes up to cradle her cheek, my thumb stroking her jaw as I kiss her.
I feel every inch of her, the slick hot embrace of her body draws me closer to the edge.
I want to pick up the pace and beat her pussy because this is agonizing, my balls are liquid fire just wanting to implode.
But this slow tempo is something different.
She bites her bottom lip, throwing her head back and holding in her moans.
She starts panting while her hips buck to meet my thrusts as if she needs more from me.
Her pussy clenches around my dick as she tries to take over my languid pace.
“Oh my god,” she moans in my mouth. “You feel so good.” Oh fuck, I’m dizzy.
Her breaths come in harsh pants, her breasts press against my chest with each thrust. I lean my forehead against hers.
We pant between kissing and her utterly sweet moans fill the room.
“I love the way you sound.” I glide one hand down her thigh, lifting her up a bit for me to bury myself deeper.
This time with harsher and harder strokes.
“You don’t have to be quiet for me.” My entire world narrows to the feeling of being inside her, the slick thrust of my dick, the way her muscles grip me, begging to milk me of everything I have.
I grasp her hands clutching my back and slam them above her head.
That gets her to moan. “Fuck, Noah!” She’s cursing every two seconds.
Her inner muscles clamp around my dick like she wants to trap me for life.
But, fuck, I don’t mind. Sweat starts to bead down my face, and I’m doing my best to ride this out longer. If I go faster I’m going to explode.